Hannah and Lily sat in their dorm room. They were sprawled out on Lily's bed talking.

"So, what do you think the story is?" Hannah asked.

"I think that you need to stop thinking that there is a story because there's not," Lily replied.

"Ok. Why would a girl living a dream life in California come out here in the middle of nowhere? In the hot dry desert that we call home?" Hannah asked.

"Hannah, I know that you think there is a story, but I can assure you that there's not. She probably wanted to get out on her own and live her own life," Lily replied.

"Maybe she's not really from California and she's a spy!" Hannah suggested.

"You're full of it," Lily replied, getting up.

"It's possible," Hannah protested.

"It's also possible that you're full of it," Lily replied. She began to change into her pajamas.

"Ok, ask her when she's going back home if we can go. We've got Christmas break coming up in a couple of months," Hannah replied. Lily looked at her.

"I'm not going to invite us to California for you," Lily stated.

"Oh quit being the good girl. You've got to take chances, Lily," Hannah replied.

"Maybe someday you'll thank me," Lily simply said. She threw her dirty clothes in the corner.

"You are such a pig," Hannah replied.